The Epicurean
A Treatise on the Culinary Art — Charles Ranhofer of Delmonico’s — 1894
No. 2229

Cases with Fat Livers—Small

Petites Caisses de Foies-Gras

Cut into small escalops half of a large cooked fat liver; put it into a small sautoir with an equal bulk of escalops of cooked truffles cut the same size as the livers; moisten these with a little good, thick sauce reduced with Madeira; let simmer without boiling for seven or eight minutes, then take it off and leave to cool partly. With this stew fill eight or ten china cases, cover the tops quickly with a thick layer of chicken forcemeat (No. 89), smooth nicely, and then range the cases on a small baking sheet. Poach the forcemeat in a slack oven, warming the stew at the same time, and finally cover the surface of the forcemeat with a little cold Madeira sauce (No. 492) applied with a brush; return to the oven for two minutes to gloss the sauce, and then dress the cases pyramidically on a folded napkin.

For the Modern Kitchen

A Delmonico's savoury built in three layers: a foie gras and truffle ragout, a cap of chicken forcemeat poached over it, and a glaze of Madeira sauce. Nothing here is difficult, but the temperatures are the whole game.

A Little History

This comes from Charles Ranhofer's The Epicurean (1894), the enormous compendium of the food he served over three decades as chef of Delmonico's in New York. The caisse — a small case of porcelain, silver or oiled paper holding a rich individual portion — was a workhorse of nineteenth-century service, letting the kitchen send out something hot, composed and identical to every seat at a long table; Ranhofer gives a run of them here, filled with snipe, larks, and this foie gras. The pairing of fattened liver with black truffle and Madeira was already fixed convention by then, inherited from Carême and the early Paris restaurants, and Strasbourg and Périgord foie gras were among the luxury imports that made an American grand-restaurant menu legible as French. The cap of chicken forcemeat is characteristic of the period's taste for a dish that arrives sealed and smooth, giving nothing away until the spoon goes in.